Sandcastle Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story by Krista Lakes, Mel Finefrock Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “I think your phone is trying to defend your honor,” I said, sitting back on my heels. Noah glanced at the screen but didn't answer it.
    “Can I take you out to dinner tonight?” His question took me off guard. I was expecting a quip, not a date proposal. Besides, I had promised myself no more dating tourists.
    “You already bought me breakfast...” I stalled. I wanted to see him again, but I didn't want my heart broken when he left.
    “Yes. I guess I'm going about it backwards. It's usually dinner then breakfast.” He gave me a naughty wink and I couldn't help but blush slightly at the innuendo. “So, dinner?”
    I didn't want to date a tourist again. I knew we were going to have a great time, that I would love to be in his company- that I craved his company- but I didn't want to get attached. He was leaving. He wasn't permanent.
    I looked up at him with every intention of saying no. Even after that mind-blowing kiss, especially after that kiss, I needed to stay away from him, or I was going to fall hard. But as I looked into his sky-blue eyes, his smile forced my mouth from the “no” shape to “yes” shape.
    “Yes. All right. Dinner,” I stuttered. He was just too damn cute to say no to.
    Noah beamed. “Excellent! What would you like to eat?”
    “You mean you didn't have that planned already?” I teased. He hit the quiet button on his phone again.
    “Nope. Just knew that I wanted to see you again today. Dinner seemed like a good reason. Anything you want?” He focused those blue eyes on me again, and I felt my temperature rising. Anything I wanted ? I wanted him.
    “Anything I want, huh?” I thought for a moment, but my brain just wasn't on food. “I want your favorite food.”
    Noah's dark brows came together in a question. He ran a hand through his dark hair as he clarified, “My favorite food?”
    “Yup.” I nodded.
    “What if my favorite food is anchovy pizza with mustard sauce?”
    “Then I will be eating pizza crusts for dinner tonight.” I gave him an impish grin.
    “You know I'm half-tempted to do that now, right?” Noah's blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
    “Please don't! That actually sounds terrible, and I would like to eat tonight.” I put my hand on his and my heart jumped in my chest.
    “Okay,” Noah said with a grin. “How does seven sound?”
    “Works for me,” I replied, going over my schedule in my head. No other plans for tonight, and Brooke would be busy with tagging her sharks.
    “Where can I pick you up?” he asked, silencing his phone again.
    “How about the parking lot of Adele’s?”
    “What? You don't want to give me your home address? Are you afraid I might be a serial killer?” Noah narrowed his eyes as though he were serious, but his voice told me he was still playing.
    “No, I don't want to give my roommates a reason to point and laugh.” I remembered the last tourist I had pick me up. The wolf whistles from the boys had followed us out into the street, and that was after Brooke had questioned his motives and made sure he had appropriate protection.
    “So, you're embarrassed by me?” Noah gave a pretend pout.
    “No!” I exclaimed and then took a breath. “I'm embarrassed of wolf whistles and embarrassing stories. My coworkers are like family and they think it's funny whenever I go out on a date. It took them two weeks of teasing before they realized that I was actually working at the bar and not just getting dressed up for fun.”
    “They sound charming,” he said with a laugh.
    “I love them, but they've decided that I'm their innocent little sister. They like to tease, but they're also very protective of me. They're like the older brothers I never had.” I shook my head and smiled. “I'm really just saving you from interrogation.”
    “I don't know, I could go for some embarrassing stories of you,” Noah said thoughtfully.
    I punched his arm. “You have to earn those stories. I don't let just anyone hear them